Downstream

drink, while at Inglesham
Weir, remembered Peacock,
‘a solitary sluice was hanging
by a chain, swinging in the
wind and creaking dismally’.
So the boating party turned
around and spent two nights
at Lechlade, where Shelley
wrote the poem ‘A Summer
Evening Churchyard’ in St
Lawrence’s churchyard,
where ‘Silence and Twilight,
unbeloved of men,/Creep
hand in hand from yon